The Suspension Game

It starts its dance, shifting and spiralling and then... the suspension game. Absolutely not!!! Precariously balanced above my bed. I do not desire the predator to become my snuggle buddy, and reach for the DOOM! It's one thing to hang around, and create a spectacular web, it's another to drop... falling into my bed. I spray. Drenching the creature in a toxic blast, as it scurries back to its place, now a place of rest. Caught in its own sticky silk, it stays. A roof ornament for another to curate at a later date.